Faith in Things, or Faith in CHRIST?

as a student in divinity school, you hear all types of ideas and thoughts. but contrary to popular belief, it's not the ideas that are the most jarring. it is the questions.

-how can we say that god is love if he willing throws someone in hell forever?

-how do we defend using an out-dated, patriarchal, corrupted document to base your faith on?

-why does god's love seem to be based on conditions and stipulations?

-why do you call god a "he"? 

questions never bothered me too much. even when i was new in my faith, my belief in jesus wasn't attached to "things." it was attached to the understanding that something was out there that was huge, yet small and concerned enough to love me. i didn't have tons of indoctrination discipleship that bogged me down. i made it through undergraduate classes about religion unscathed, simply because the issues that were being discussed had nothing to do with my belief. 

i believed in a person, not simply principles. principles are important, but they don't trump the presence of a person. would you prefer to simply believe in the principles of marriage, important as they are, or actually have one? it didn't matter if paul didn't really write something, or if there was a dispute over this part of the bible. it didn't have an impact on my life with jesus. 

that's not the case for countless others, unfortunately. we are consistently taught to place faith in things before the person of Jesus Christ. that's bad. why? because one of two things will happen: 1.) i will become dogmatic to the point that anyone who disagrees with me is clearly a stupid hell-bound sinner, or 2.) when the reality of certain topics concerning christianity come to light, their faith is shattered. 

it is so dangerous to only have faith because of the "things" of the faith. your bible, your church, your denomination...there is a way for me to take it ALL away. but if you really know christ, that can't be taken from you.

for example, i'll say this:

the only reason i adhere to the bible is because i believe in christ. i'm convinced that the evidence FOR jesus' resurrection is convincing enough to bring me to faith. and jesus pointed to scripture (the old testament) as the story he emerges from, and the new testament is composed largely by the folks who were first deeply influenced by his message and had the best place to tell what he was like. history and research (contrary to popular belief and the da vinci code) show that these documents are very reliable. 

i don't believe the inverse of that statement; i don't believe in jesus because he's in the bible. using the bible to prove that jesus is god may be cool...if you already believe in the inspiration of the bible. but that's like defining a word and using the word in the definition.

q: what is a house?

a: house (definition) a house is a house. because the house said so.

if that happened on a vocabulary test in third grade, you would fail. 

honestly, if that is the view, it gives other religions more claim to be on equal standing. what makes our stuff so special if i can just point to page 547 to prove my point? they can just turn to page 329 in their book to refute my point. i mean, honestly, how many other things do you believe just because it says, "believe me?" 

and the merry go around continues. 

now, this is isn't to say that we shouldn't have faith in things at all. i just believe that it should be properly placed. clearly i have faith in the bible because i read it, study it, and apply the principles to my life. but the reality of christ is what points me to the scriptures, not the other way around. i have what greg boyd would call a "christ centered faith." do i have certain theological views and doctrines that i believe in and hold to? yes. however, they don't weigh as heavily as my belief in what jesus did on the cross. 

"for i resolved to know nothing while i was among you except jesus christ and him crucified." 1 corinthians 2:2

Accommodating a Special Guest

this post might be a little on the spooky side, but it's good to have our cages rattled once and a while. 


when i pray, god talks to me by using images with words. i think that's because god knows that ultimately i'm a big kid that loves story time too much. here's something cool that i got yesterday, so i'll share. 



during prayer time, i image the same pool that i usually do. just a pool of god's love, grace, and mercy. usually, i just jump into this pool and i stay there. this helps ground me so my mind isn't jumping everywhere while i'm praying.

this time was different. when i jumped in the pool, i was immediately thrown back on the shore. i was shocked, because this was MY imagination! this isn't how the story is suppose to go. who gets the shaft in their own story?

then i heard a voice. "you can't just jump in here!"the voice seemed a little agitated. "you can't just use me to feel better!" the voice seemed full of emotion, yet in perfect control. then after a while, i realized that the voice was god.

i just stood there, quiet. confused and slightly dazed in the confides of my own imagination. my prayer and meditation time had been hijacked! this isn't how i planned for it to go.

god started speaking again. "i want a relationship with you! not simply this 'jump in the pool' stuff! that's the condition for you getting this water."

i thought for a while, and then i said. "okay. yes, god. all of me, and all of you."

all of a sudden, it was like all the water in the pool jumped out at once. it was like a tsunami. the waves just kept coming and coming. the water seemed to be endless, which would make sense since it represented god's love, mercy, and grace. the waters covered everything that i could see. but strangely enough, the destruction wasn't terrible. i couldn't even call it destruction. it was like the waters simply encompassed everything. it didn't destroy anything; it consumed it.

when the waves stopped, i was left sitting on the ground. suddenly, fire began to break out. the flames extended just as far as the water: everywhere. the fire was the same as the water in that it didn't seem to destroy. it just consumed. the fire was intense and uncomfortable, but at the same time calm and serene. there was no smoke.

then, a cool breeze blew over everything, quelling the flames. the wind was so soothing, like a balm to the soul. as i looked around, after the waters, and the flames, and the breeze, there was nothing left but me and god.

"no more will you have this lake," god said. "it is now a river. and what you saw where the stages of my love. first, i wash. then, i cleanse with a fire. the fire part is difficult for most, because it consumes relentlessly. but if you and my others would hold on during this part, you would see some awesome things.

"even in the midst of the flames i send my soothing wind. just let go. let me do what i need to do in you. i want to stay, so let me renovate! as much as i love you, i must make your life a suitable place for me. it's only fair to accommodate an esteemed guest. that's what i did for you when i sent my son, jesus. i prepared a place for an esteemed guest...YOU!"

god paused for a second. then he spoke again. the last words he spoke gripped me.





"oh, that someone would return the favor!"

extremely honest post about p0rn that you'll want to avoid unless you have issues with it yourself

p0rn is an epidemic. no country makes more than the US. if california does break off and fall into the sea, it'll probably be because the weight of all the p0rn studios in the state. i'm sure there are at least 124, 234, 572, 583, 293 metric tons of p0rn dvd, tapes, and video stores with black curtains. more than enough to sink a state.

you'd be hard pressed to find a male in this society that hasn't been somehow been affected by it. especially in the church.

i think people are trying to do things about that. but i think there is an aspect that we are missing.

let's just get this out of the way. is it a sin? YES. and i think it's a sin for numerous reasons, so if you disagree with the whole sexual immorality piece there's still plenty more reasons in my opinion. and on a base level, ANYTHING can become a sin when it has the power to dictate your life. and for lots of people, p0rn isn't just an annoying habit. if you can't say NO to something...then there's a problem.

with that said, i think that we fail to realize that sin of this nature very often becomes an ADDICTION. an addiction on par with alcoholism, drugs, etc. it's not as easy as just "walking away."for most of the people involved with it, if they could just walk away they would. we treat it like a spirit. and we do everything we can to pray it away so that we can be better christians.

the only problem is, that rarely works. too many times our purpose in prayer is to avoid responsibility when the true power of prayer is to empower you to make a difference.

how do i know this? because that's been my experience. i've been in AWFUL situations because of p0rn. awful. embarrassing. incriminating. oh, and silly, too. and why and i'm being so honest? because i want the stigma to be gone for others so that they'll do what it takes to get free. we all have failings. bring them to light and move forward.

i don't think i'll EVER be able to fully say that i've mastered it. i will get better at saying "no," but will i be out of the woods? who knows. for years and years and years it's been a part of my life. i used it get me through rough times, sad times, lonely times. it was my drug. when times were too rough, i used it to literally "knock me out." yes, the post-binge nap that comes after watching whatever you found. and yes, those were some bomb naps. but they came at an expensive price. and my issues were still there.

in our strive to be holy, i think we've neglected the fact that our body has chemicals and a brain that's wired to work a certain way. the only reason that you continually do something is that you get something from it, right? at the basic level, humans are very efficient creatures. you do this for a reason. and on some level it helps, albeit temporarily.

your body is like. "i feel bad."

so your brain is like, "let's get something to make ourselves feel better."

you happen to pick a sexual outlet...and then the rush of endorphins and dopamine give you a high. so your body is like, "the next time we feel bad, LET'S DO THAT!"

repeat that cycle often enough and you've developed a way to cope with situations. it's how you make it through. i think in the battle to help people with this issue that we need to move into this area. no, it's not always some big scary demon that needs to be cast out. it's a person with a strong addiction. this requires a change in thought process. prayer can help with that.

to be honest, most of the super spiritual stuff didn't work for me (note: it may work for YOU, but not for me. and my assumption is that it doesn't work for a lot of folks or we wouldn't be having this conversation). what helped make a difference is when i stopped trying to avoid my urges and issues. when i felt how i did, i confronted the issue, found a replacement, and began getting to the root of why i felt like i did. the more i did that, the weaker p0rn's grip was on me. i had other options. i got the release or connection that i needed in a healthy way, one that allows me to honor god and not pull myself through the slop.

i found that i was the most vulnerable when i felt one of these ways:

Bored or burned out
Lonely
Angry, apathetic, or afraid
Sad
Tired

when i feel like that, i'm about as strong as a wet noodle. resisting doesn't help me when i'm in that mode. i honestly CAN'T resist. the pull of the habit that i've created is too strong for me to stay out of. but instead of gritting my teeth and saying seven "hail marys," i've learned to engage that feeling instead.

i say this to myself:

"yo, dell. you are tired. and i know you need a way to go to sleep. but you don't have to do THAT. just relax. calm down and you'll go to sleep just fine. besides, you know if you go down this road you'll be on it for at least three days. when you step through this door, you give up control. don't do that. you don't have to."

it's amazing how you can learn to talk yourself off a ledge with practice. now, am i saying that prayer and all the other stuff is bad? of course not. prayer and meditation is definitely a part of how i just overall live my life. but i think it's foolish to ignore how god made us when that very knowledge could be what makes us free.

feel free to message me if you want to rap. at times people feel alone in it. doing away with that feeling makes it a little easier.

YOU OWE ME

you owe the world a debt. yes, you.

you must be exactly who you are. if you don't, we'll miss out. because there will never be another you in existence, EVER.

you sprang into being at this time, around these people, with these traits, for a reason. don't cheat us out of  experiencing you just because you want to be like everyone else.

here's a tip. BEING LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IS OVERRATED.

don't trade what is common for what is priceless.

now trust me, i understand how difficult this is to believe. i struggle believe it too. but it's true.
truth is worth fighting for.

that is all.

I ACHIEVED NIRVANA! (no not really but i did wash all my laundry)

i did something last week that proves that i'm better than you at life AND that i'm the next step in human evolution.







i washed AND folded all of my laundry. in the same day.

nope, i'm not lying.

don't look at me like that! you know how close to humanly impossible that feat is! if this were a greek myth i would be on my way to mt. olympus right now to sit amongst the gods. i'm sure that washing and folding laundry in the same day was in the unedited version of hercules' 12 trials or something.

c'mon, let's be honest. most of the time laundry is like a a festival in the old testament. it takes days of preparation, reflection, prayer, and the threat of plagues and destruction if you don't comply. here's how it goes:

wednesday: hmm...there are more clothes in my hamper than in my closet. should i wash some clothes?

saturday: wow. i'm running out of clothes.

tuesday: okay...no more clothes. what should i do?

what happens next depends on the circumstances. if you are of means (see: high maintenance and/or lazy), you'll just run to the nearest target and buy more clothes. this extends the clothes washing festival by at least a week. if that doesn't describe you, then other factors matter. do you need quarters? is the washing machine too small? these are important things.)

tuesday night: i'm washing clothes...the first of 2304858229593 loads that i need to wash.
(wait, i shouldn't say "i'm" i should say "you" because i've ascended past this novice level now. i want to be CLEAR that we aren't talking about me but what YOU and the other mortals do.) the wash ends and you hear the buzzer, but you fall asleep...

wednesday morning: you put clothes in dryer for the shortest amount of time possible so that you'll at least have clothes for work.

wednesday night: you put clothes in dryer with two dryer sheets to get rid of the wet smell.

this cycle repeats for about a week. that is, until you realize that all the clothes you cleaned are now dirty again. and if you bought clothes to make up for it those clothes are dirty now too. so you have MORE clothes to wash.

this should make it clear just how awesome i am. i did all of that in the span of THREE HOURS. 50 pounds of clothes...all washed. i'm sure this earns me points in every religion. i mean, this is just a notch below turing water to wine.

now, this massive output of awesome power had its drawbacks. after bragging about it to my friend shaderi, i told her that i wasn't able to perform any normal feats of adulthood for a week. i slept through every alarm. all i ate for dinner for the rest of the week was cheese, cereal, and cool whip. and i'm certain that instead of answering a question on my philosophy exam that i drew smiley faces. oh, and when someone asked me what my future plans where, i just said "lettuce."

but guess what? it's okay. because i did something totally awesome. i'm still adjusting to using my new superpowers. you call it trifling. i call it a VACATION FOR BEING GREAT.

and for my next trick, i'll get my things ready the day before i need to!

Dell Invites You to the "Thank JESUS Now" Rap Concert!

okay so here is another one of those notes where i'm sure someone will disagree with me...but...it's my blog and i can write if i want to.

i was never a fan of overt churchiness.

if the churchiness is the result of striving to represent christ, i'm all for it.

however, too often CHRISTIAN is equated with CORNY. and that's not always because "the world" thinks it's corny. it's because the quality of our stuff just isn't appealing.

i mean, do you really want to stop what you are doing to go to the "holy ghost fire night" party? or give up your friday night to go to the "super power jesus jam?"

i don't. BARF.

if you do, we can still be friends. but NO i'm not going to the "holy spirit reign night."

and this is coming from someone who is a bit of a geek. i read comic books. i play video games (fighting, rpg, and super mario). i watch anime clips on youtube.

and i STILL would rather be somewhere else than your boring party. yes, the one with the flyer made in microsoft word 99 with all the typos. if the party/ho down/stake night/rap concert is just a cover for your midnight prayer...just SAY that it's a church service.

is that mean? maybe a little. but i believe that worshipping god means we do our best. i think we should set the standard of excellence, because we aren't doing it to reflect ourselves, but to honor christ. and if you want me to spend my money/give my time...do your best to be tight. isn't that fair? i think at times we say, "it doesn't matter because god looks at your heart." true. however, did you actually read how elaborate and precise the directions for the temple were in the old testament? and how jesus went through all that he did to be a perfect and appropriate sacrifice? not a "well, we tried" praise, but an "here's my best effort" praise.

doesn't christ deserve it?

i leave you with some awful rap lyrics that i rewrote to make jesus-y...

...nah i can't even do it. i tried and i threw up.

Where Did These Oats Come From?

oh, fair warning, this blog is NSFCWWRTTIBM : not safe for christians who will read this and automatically think that i'm involved in a bunch of mess

for the record, I'M NOT. just expressing some reflections.

it's popular thought that at some point a man will have a period where he would run wild, gallivant, and live it up. you know, all the words we use to collectively mean having lots of carefree sex, getting drunk, and other behaviors that we don't necessarily want to encourage when someone settles down.

a popular phrase for that is "sowing one's wild oats."

a lot of people i know had this period. they especially had this period before they committed their lives more fully to christ. in fact, it was the results of the oat sowing that drove them to their knees in the first place.

i never had this oat sowing stage. i think my environment, upbringing, and temperament all worked together to convince me not to go buck wild.

i remember one of the very few conversations i ever had about sex. it was with my mom, and i was working at a department store at the time. i was around 17 and i wasn't seriously walking with christ yet.

Dell: well mom, i decided that if i do have sex at all, i'm going to wait.


mom: you say that now, but you just never know. i will tell you this though, if you ever got someone pregnant, you'd have to get a job.

now, "job" meant more than the basic definition. it meant that i would be stuck in the hood working in value city and not able to go to the college of my dreams because i would be a DADDY. and i said hail to the naw.

but as i'm getting older...it seems like these oats that most christian folk my age are tired of sowing are sneaking up on me! it's ODD! it's WEIRD! but it's also LIBERATING! and while a part of me doesn't like it...there is a part of me that is okay with it. unfortunately, the latter is also the side that is better at throwing tantrums until it gets its way.

i find myself saying these things to myself much more often:

"i shouldn't do that."

"i shouldn't think that."

"why did i do that?"

"that was FUN!"

oh, and my favorite, "WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

now i have done anything stupid YET...mainly because version 4 threatened me. also, i'm aware of the responsibilities that i have. i CAN'T just do whatever i want just because i feel like it. people watch me. people depend on me. crap, I depend on me and some of these actions will take me out of the game!

but i can't help but ask myself: where did these oats come from? and why now? do they even have to be WILD oats? because let's face, some of that stuff is a blast but it can bring about really BAD THINGS. can i have a box of calmer oats instead? like a box of cheerios?

pretty please?

SACRIFICE ALL THE THINGS

for spring break, i went on a trip to see version 4.

(note: i will give people all sorts of nicknames on my blog. i do it to protect...nah, no reason i just want to do it.)

(note #2: this blog will make no sense to you unless you read this. it's a blog post from hyperbole and a half. it's where the inspiration for the title came from. it's hilarious and worth the extra reading.)

we had a blast. it was filled with the ups, downs, and adventures that are customary when we're together. we're pretty similar, so perhaps the world is imploding on itself anytime we're in the same spot for more than 24 hours. i'll have to test that theory...near someone that gets on my nerves to see what happens to them.

but back to the story. we went to version 4's church. i had the opportunity to minister to some folks and share a word. at the end, one of the ladies came up and prophesied to me. what she said was confirmation...but it also annoyed me. it involved sacrifice and alienation because of my calling.

that's old news to me. old and UNWANTED news.

i was bothered for the rest of the day. what type of sacrifice will i have to make? and why does it always seem to involve some sort of separation from people? i've always felt the weight of that since i was a little kid. it can be overwhelming. i'm sure if folks really understand that weight unless they've experience it themselves.

i expressed to version 4 that i just wanted to know what it was that i needed to give up so i could get over with. that's when he began smirking and shaking his head at me. he usually does that when i get on these tangents, and it can be loosely translated as "i'll just wait until he's tired of talking about this and he sees the truth right in front of him."

he then looked at me and smiled. "i know what you should do?"

"really? what?"

"sacrifice ALL THE THINGS!" (if you didn't read that blog that i told you to in the beginning, you'll be lost starting now.)

i laughed. "YES! sacrifice them ALL!" and i said that pretty loud.

mind you, we were in a golden corral when this was going on. usually, a golden coral would be filled with loud post-church black women. but this was arizona so it was more like an episode of roseanne; country, but more quiet. everyone heard us yelling.

version 4 raised his hand in the air. "c'mon v! SACRIFICE ALL THE THINGS!"

i followed suit. "SACRIFICE THEM NOW!"

"SACRIFICE THEM FASTER!"

"FOREVER!"

then we stared getting crazy. even for us.

"SET EVERYTHING YOU LIKE ON FIRE AND SAY THANK YOU JESUS!"

"NEVER BE HAPPY!"

"STOPPING SMILING! JESUS DIED FOR YOU!"

we stopped after a while, and then the white folks stopped being nervous at the two black dudes yelling "sacrifice" in the middle of the restaurant. version 4 then got serious. "but honestly v, i think you're making too much out of it. the biggest sacrifices are the ones that we make from day to day. it's not some grand production. just make steps with christ in mind." and that was what we both understood while making those jokes. at times we make sacrifice a grand performance. that's not a good thing. oftentimes life is much, much more simple in how it plays out. and smaller in scale.

i think we too often make christianity an event based faith. we prep people for kamikaze air raids on the kingdom of darkness, to give everything they own to the first person who asks, or to set themselves on holy fire and run through the enemy's camp.

what if some one's life just isn't filled with jesus-themed rambo action? does that mean god hasn't used you as much?

of course not. i remember julie mayer saying something about holiness that stuck with me: "it's day by day, choice by choice, step by step, and yes by yes." i'm sure i quoted that wrong but oops.

SACRIFICE ALL THE THINGS

for spring break, i went on a trip to see version 4.

(note: i will give people all sorts of nicknames on my blog. i do it to protect...nah, no reason i just want to do it.)

(note #2: this blog will make no sense to you unless you read this. it's a blog post from hyperbole and a half. it's where the inspiration for the title came from. it's hilarious and worth the extra reading.)

we had a blast. it was filled with the ups, downs, and adventures that are customary when we're together. we're pretty similar, so perhaps the world is imploding on itself anytime we're in the same spot for more than 24 hours. i'll have to test that theory...near someone that gets on my nerves to see what happens to them.

but back to the story. we went to version 4's church. i had the opportunity to minister to some folks and share a word. at the end, one of the ladies came up and prophesied to me. what she said was confirmation...but it also annoyed me. it involved sacrifice and alienation because of my calling.

that's old news to me. old and UNWANTED news.

i was bothered for the rest of the day. what type of sacrifice will i have to make? and why does it always seem to involve some sort of separation from people? i've always felt the weight of that since i was a little kid. it can be overwhelming. i'm sure if folks really understand that weight unless they've experience it themselves.

i expressed to version 4 that i just wanted to know what it was that i needed to give up so i could get over with. that's when he began smirking and shaking his head at me. he usually does that when i get on these tangents, and it can be loosely translated as "i'll just wait until he's tired of talking about this and he sees the truth right in front of him."

he then looked at me and smiled. "i know what you should do?"

"really? what?"

"sacrifice ALL THE THINGS!" (if you didn't read that blog that i told you to in the beginning, you'll be lost starting now.)

i laughed. "YES! sacrifice them ALL!" and i said that pretty loud.

mind you, we were in a golden corral when this was going on. usually, a golden coral would be filled with loud post-church black women. but this was arizona so it was more like an episode of roseanne; country, but more quiet. everyone heard us yelling.

version 4 raised his hand in the air. "c'mon v! SACRIFICE ALL THE THINGS!"

i followed suit. "SACRIFICE THEM NOW!"

"SACRIFICE THEM FASTER!"

"FOREVER!"

we stopped after a while, and then the white folks stopped being nervous at the two black dudes yelling "sacrifice" in the middle of the restaurant. version 4 then got serious. "but honestly v, i think you're making too much out of it. the biggest sacrifices are the ones that we make from day to day. it's not some grand production. just make steps with christ in mind."

so true. i think we too often make christianity an event based faith. we prep people for kamikaze air raids on the kingdom of darkness, to give everything they own to the first person who asks, or to set themselves on holy fire and run through the enemy's camp.

what if some one's life just isn't filled with jesus-themed rambo action? does that mean god hasn't used you as much?

of course not. i remember julie mayer saying something about holiness that stuck with me: "it's day by day, choice by choice, step by step, and yes by yes." i'm sure i quoted that wrong but oops.

Dell's Slightly Disoriented Rant on Christian Dating...(oops can't say that) Courting

okay, so i'm warning you now that this blog post is a bit of a vent. i'm not really mad about anything, but i have to blog everyday. so, i found something that mildly annoys me and decided to discuss it.

with that being said...feel free to disagree. but i'm not up for "debates" disguised as christian counseling "in love." i'll answer questions though.

christian dating confuses me at times. there are so many rules, secret clauses, and stipulations.

i understand people's need to follow christ. i share the same desire. it's just that i can't easily jump to or through all the christian hopes that we put around this issues. particularly ones that have nothing to do with the bible OR are things that are misinterpreted.

NO I DON'T WANT TO BE A BOAZ TO SOMEONE'S RUTH. because of what i know about the story, i don't think of dating when i read it. i think of other things, like loyalty, commitment, etc. perhaps you think of dating...but not me.

oh and we can't forget the "dating" vs. "courting" argument. yes, because god invented courting in the bible days

-___-

my thoughts? who cares! i know "dating" has a negative connotation but honestly, the words mean different things to different people. it doesn't matter what you call it, as long as you honor god through it. my thoughts are...why enter into a serious relationship if marriage isn't in the cards anyway? i'm not saying that courting is BAD...if that works go for it!

and don't even get me started on the "god said" syndrome. i'm not saying that god can't tell you who to marry. i'm sure god has. but because it's not a standard promise or command (i.e. god's peace or giving and receiving), i can't teach that as the christian norm. god MAY tell you...but how can i predict that? let everyone find out who it works via their own relationship with god. there are so many folks that are gutting it out in relationships that they really HATE because they THINK god told them something. but that's for another post. and to be honest, MOST of the relationships where that has been the claim that i've been around fail. and that includes my own. perhaps you've seen successful ones. i haven't seen a lot to be honest.

(note: no, i'm not bitter. just stating a fact. i actually think my last relationship could've worked out if we had some wise counsel. i know that i received AWFUL advice concerning the situation and that didn't help our case).

basically, i want to meet someone and share life with them and pursue christ together. and have a ball doing it. that's it.

yes, i want to have a deep connection with her.
yes, i want to have a christian home.

but all the other mumbo jumbo...and yes, honestly it's mumbo jumbo to me...you can keep it.

now, perhaps this is great FOR YOU. then by all means go for it! do what it takes to stay after christ. i'll never take that away from anyone.

but i don't have to adopt it either.

end scene. blog requirement completed.

Life Lessons from Sparring pt. 2: Four More Points

since i was suppose to blog yesterday and i didn't, i need to do a double post today. here are some more lessons that i gleaned from sparring. hope they are helpful.

1. don't take a hit when you don't have to

in sparring, especially full contact, the best thing is to avoid contact with the other person's blows. of course, you can block, but blocking won't help if someone is hitting you with a full power kick. you could still end up injured badly.

in life, it's better to dodge and avoid the attacks if you can. oftentimes we get bruised from things that we could have just avoided. the tough part is, unlike in sparring, sometimes the things that you should avoid seem GREAT.

there are times that i wish i would've allowed myself to get hit. perhaps i could've slept around some and "sowed my oats" as the old folks say. had some drunken nights. just do all types of crazy stuff. but ultimately, this leads to bruises or worse. i've seen the bruises they leave on other people. it's not a good thing to carry a limp into a fight if you don't have to.

2. you WILL get hit

this may seem contradictory, but it's really not. despite your best efforts to dodge, sometimes you will get hit. it's inevitable. no matter how good you are at sparring at some point you'll get kicked in head, knocked out of the ring, or receive some sort of blow that will rattle you. as well as you might spar, your opponent is also talented. it doesn't mean that he hates you, or that your coach wants you to get attacked, but it's just a part of the game.

the same thing happens in life. it's not always some grand cosmic scheme that something negative has happened to you. don't be so quick to give god the blame (he doesn't make EVERYTHING happen)...or satan the glory (he's only as dangerous as we allow him to be in our personal lives). we live in a jacked up world where jacked up things happen. the end. there's nothing wrong with you. you just got hit. no more, no less. no need to make up a theological theory as to why it happened. the bigger issue is, "it happened, what now?"

3. you can't practice during a match

if only sparring matches could be like dragonball z. if i could just get angry enough to ascend to another level in the middle of a fight so that i could demolish my opponent it would be great. and i'm one of the few people that actually gets more focused when they are angry. but that's not real life. "potential" is given far too much credit nowadays, and it has no place in the ring. what you can actually do is all that matters. "potential" is like a diamond that needs to be mined out of the ground and refined via practice. there's no such thing as "instant improvement."

in the rough times of life, you can't fake it. either you have the chops or you don't. the circumstances will reveal if you do. it's best to prepare yourself before those situations come up...because just like in sparring you KNOW that you're going to get hit. you KNOW at some point a match is coming up. prepare. develop a relationship with Christ...NOW. it doesn't matter that you heard god in an audible voice two months ago. STALE MANNA IS USELESS AND IT HAS WORMS. what have you heard today? have you experienced god today? have you held his hand today? if not, how will you be able to connect with god in the rough times? what strategies will you have? will you be fit enough? strong enough? if you don't practice when there isn't a problem, you won't be able to show and prove when there is.

4. go on the attack

in the fighting game world, there is this thing called "turtling." basically, you just sit there and block while the other person attacks. turtling can happen for two reasons: 1.) you're scared to attack. 2.) your opponent isn't giving you another option. this happens in sparring, too. having great defense is good, but you can't win if you don't hit the other person. you've got to attack at some point.

turtling isn't always a bad thing, even in life. sometimes all you can do is block. sometimes attacks are coming too fast and furious for you to counter. but sometimes we duck and cover out of fear. that's never good. if you are turtling because of fear, STOP. you'll never win at anything that is important to you. get out there and FIGHT. if you get hit, fine. bear the scars of a warrior instead of the bruises of a wimp.

and if you have no choice but to turtle, pay attention. look for patterns. wait for your chance to attack. because while you may have had to endure a barrage...you've also gotten a chance to see a big picture of how they fight. remember that the one who attacks is also vulnerable to attack.

Life Lessons From Sparring

i sparred again yesterday.

my first impression was that i sucked.

my first time doing tae kwon do was in the ATF/ITF style. the type of sparring is different. it's point sparring and you break once a point is scored.

WTF style, however, is different. it's continuous point sparring, full contact. i've done a little bit of that style years ago. my most memorable moment was when i kicked my coach in the nuts by accident (sorry mr. kim). but that was it. in this style, you can win by a knockout.

the style of sparring that i'm used to doesn't translate well to WTF. what gets you success in one will almost surely get you killed in the other. i was kicked around, pushed around, and outclassed. at one point i became visibility frustrated.

"are you okay?" the instructor asked

"no!" I said emphatically. "i don't know what to do! I feel stupid!"

the instructor's voice went from pushy to encouraging. "look, it's okay to get hit. be strong, get out there, and do your best. practice what we worked on earlier."

something about me is that i don't like doing things wrong. i just don't. my last name is wright for crying out loud. i was enraged by my lack of progress and perceived failure. i was salty the rest of the practice. having an injured foot and slightly bruised shins didn't help.

but when i got home, i realized something.

i performed a lot better than my first time sparring in march. that time, i spent most of the fight running. this time, i sparred three different people. even got some decent hits in. of course, i won't be able to beat them for a while. they have more experience than i do. but if i could magically spar myself from a month ago, i would have beaten my former self.

i've actually gotten better.

i improved, but i didn't notice my improvement because i was gauging myself by someone else's talents and skills. that made me diminish my own strides.

i should learn not to do that. and so should you.